I found two images somewhere on the internet and turned them into a 2-panel comic.

…And in the midst of insanity, the meta-Gods reached above the blasphemous, heathen crowd to tear a portal into the sky. The unstable gateway–originating somewhere beyond spacial structure, somewhere long before eternity–swirled above the heads of the sickened, stricken mobs as they screamed terrifically at the horrible creature that lumbered from the vast opening…

Quietly, Amos McClellan strolled through, taking in the chaos with a long, deep breath as all other breaths around him stopped in anticipation.

“My-oh-my, I’ve got my work cut out for me this time. Well then, we better get to work then, I s’pose.”

I found two images somewhere on the internet and turned them into a 2-panel comic.

As his pups slept soundly and satisfied, Henry lifted his head to howl into the darkness.

‘Dream deeply in the bright moonlight,’ Henry called toward the sky. Soon, the rooster would scream for the sun and the hunt for food would begin again. But tonight they would sleep soundly and safely under his bright moon.

I found two images somewhere on the internet and turned them into a 2-panel comic.

The Venician public were put on high alert, and the city-state’s denizens walked the streets slowly and nervously… avoiding the canals as best they could. The Band of Eight ran along the rooftops, focusing downward, hunting with their eyes. They knew it would only be a matter of time before…

I found two images somewhere on the internet and turned them into a 2-panel comic.

Something about drinking Neuronia was oddly alluring to Simon. He knew he was a decent computer programmer, but the Neuronia just seemed to make things easier. He was typing faster, made fewer mistakes, focused more naturally, more readily stepped into and out of more networks, more casually strolled through digital walls.

He promised the National program’s sub-director, General Salazar, that he would take it slow. One step at a time. But Simon could feel the integrated power of his abilities flowing through his fingers and into the world’s circuitous mainframe.

Simon refilled the Neuronia tank and peered through his computer screen to the network on the opposite side. ‘It was time to have a little fun… just to test myself and this network’s capabilities,’ he reasoned. ‘Besides, it’s just a little hacking… I won’t hurt anyone.’